Chapter 814

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the middle-aged man's face turned red slightly. It was Yang Zimei who was talking about the mahogany card with the stall owner just now. However, it seems that there is no trade between them.

just passed by as like as two peas and three cards. He stopped and left the neck. He found that there was a piece of peach wood on her neck. It was so great that he could not help asking for the price immediately.

Thinking that the owner of the stall is just a little girl, he will make an offer of 10000 yuan. If he doesn't want to increase it slowly.

Who knows when the price reaches 200000 yuan, Yang Zimei grabs the price and makes it to one million yuan.

He looked at Yang Zimei carefully and secretly marveled at the fact that there was skin as smooth as white jade, as elegant as a girl in the sky, just like the goddess of Luohe, coming out of the picture.

Then, he was surprised to find that on her neck, there was also a piece of mahogany card hanging on her neck. Under the background of her skin, it gave out a light dark light.

All of a sudden, I saw two pieces, and the one in the hands of President Dongliang. There were three pieces of peach wood cards.

Is this mahogany not a rare thing?

However, the academic seminar that day gathered the academic elites from all over the country. They could not find out the origin of the mahogany brand, let alone what year it was.

Chairman Che always regarded the peach wood card as a peerless treasure that day.

Antiques are unique in value.

Now there are three pieces in the world, and they hang on a girl's neck casually, so the value is greatly reduced.

It is impossible for him to give a million yuan to rob Yang Zimei.

"Well, I won't rob you. But, can you tell me, what's the origin of this mahogany? Why do you wear them? "

He also wanted to see if he could dig out some valuable clues from the two girls, and report to the president, study together and find out the origin.

"My grandmother left it for my mother, and my mother left it for me. I don't know the origin." The girl replied.

"Mine is a gift."

Yang Zimei answered lightly.

"You're really willing to spend a million dollars on this thing, girl. Are your parents willing to give you so much money?" The man is unwilling to ask.

"I don't have a million dollars now, but I'll have them later."

Yang Zimei laughed. "I can sell the antiques I just bought. If you are interested, you can have a look."

"Eh?"

The middle-aged man saw that she was holding a worn-out scroll in her hand. Although the scroll could not be seen clearly, from the color of the scroll, it was the appearance of goods on the floor. He said sarcastically, "don't say that you are holding an ancient painting worth millions of dollars."

"Exactly."

Yang Zimei squinted and said with a smile.

Originally, she wanted to take the painting back to song Xuan for identification and then send it to an antique shop for auction. However, she urgently needs money, so she can't manage more.

"Oh, girl, you're joking."

The middle-aged man shook his head. "Don't think that you can pick up any big leak on this road. Don't think that if the painting looks old, it's really an ancient painting. It's just old-fashioned."

"It's true, uncle. You can see if it's true."

Yang Zimei carefully unfolded the painting on the little table where the girl did her homework.

There were a lot of onlookers around. They wanted to see why she was so sure. She had an ancient painting in her hand.

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